"now, you put me in quite the pickle. "you see, with those earphones on, "you can't hear me. "but the odds are highly against you "cracking open that yapper "and annoying me to death. so, what to do, what to do, what to do? "aw, hell." stop addressing me as dr. cox in front of your patients. when they find out my actual name, they tend to page me with questions when they realize just exactly how inept you really are. oh, and as an added safety measure, from now on i will only be responding to doc, doctor, caesar, or the big cheese, and, no, i'm not joking, not now, not ever. hnnh! j.d.: see, things never really change around here. j.d.: surgical and medical still play each other in basketball. i'm gonna toast you so bad, your mama ain't even gonna recognize you. yeah? we-well, i heard that your sister started drinking again. j.d.: i'm still not great at smack talk.